Showing posts with label football. Show all posts
Showing posts with label football. Show all posts

Wednesday, 1 October 2008

All in a days work..

I was reading earlier Gone back down south's recent Role reversal post, a Post of the Day nomination at David McMahon's wonderful blog, and I couldn't help reflecting upon yesterday a day of crisis, work, education and retail therapy (of others not mine) , culminating in an almost confrontation of teenage and menopausal hormones.

I went to work as usual and my day there was divided between, the monitoring of the Art Gallery and its exclusive   Art Exhibition and then onto the museum shop for the afternoon. Enough to keep me busy and out of trouble, one would think. Although the day was expected to be relatively quiet, the morning was eventful nonetheless.  As I chatted art and the sublime new exhibits  with a couple of visitors, out of the corner of my eye I spied another visitor who had decided to sit down on a piece of sculpture!  

I  shouted out to her, 'Please don't sit on that!' as l saw her generous bottom begin its descent  upon the polyester resin sculpture with an accompanying   'CrUnCh'   OMG ... I was mortified!

Whatever your view on modern /contemporary art  surely,  even a philistine would have respect enough not to sit on a sculpture .... wouldn't you think? Nuff said that my heart nearly jumped out of my chest as I inspected the piece for evidence of damage, I called for the curator and cordoned off the exhibit ... sigh ... the visitor proffered no apologies, saying she thought it was for sitting and blamed the too subtle signage! When I left for my lunch break, my eyes pricked tears behind them I know not why, I guess I felt a tad overwhelmed.

The afternoon was less eventful, but busier as I was manning the Museum shop and even a shop full of giggling school children didn't phase me after the morning happening. Several  colleagues came and offered me sympathy, as it feels terrible if something happens on our watch!

After closing up at the end of our work day, I had a 15 minute window to get to evening class or get home first, so l phoned the kids to make sure the house wasn't burned down ( don't laugh, that is another story!). All was well seemingly, so off to college I drove and enjoyed two hours applying myself to the elements of Photoshop, which is great fun, though I'll not remember half of it unless l practice and I must figure out  how cloning a lizard and applying stones with have a valid or pratical application in my life or work. This is supposed to help me with the editing of images and creating graphics for my vintage clothing business, that  which is in need of my full attention... some day!

I  had left home 10+ hours earlier, so tired and hungry I drove home only  minutes away and I noted that the wheelie bin was still out in the street, even though my son had promised on the phone to bring it inside, one bad mark. 

Through the kitchen window, I noted the washing up was strewn all over the sink, cooker, counter, not in the dishwasher, how lucky are we?This is not unusual, a second bad mark.  

The back door was locked, but no one responded to my knocking, #4 bad mark, so l went in the front door... still no one noticed but the dog who greeted me, ever faithful unless someone else has a biscuit in their pocket within 10 yards! 

My son (14) was doing homework at his desk, he told me hi and he had made a pot of tea,  it was indeed brewing, with my hopes rising, I entered the living room to ... my daughter (16) frowning and mumbling swear words, not softly enough actually and was  watching some bloody football!  (see  What the F***?  ) 

Voicing my hope that this was indeed 'almost over!', she told me in no uncertain terms, it had just started, she had been looking forward to it all day, that it is on ITV4 and we don't get that or in fact any other channels in any other room of the house!  To tired to argue I left the room sighing and scowling. I admit that was weak of me but I  told myself I should shower and  change, bake a potato, then return to the living room refreshed, my thoughts regrouped and ready to  take on daughter and even to check out the new tv digital system installed this week  (which replaced, the over priced and underused and as yet uncancelled SKY System).

By the  time I had showered, cooked, eaten and cleaned up it was 9.55pm and the football was still on. I was in no mood to watch it but  to say anything would attract more grunts and groans and put ME in a mood! 

My daughter looked up and smiled (!) and said, 'I'm buzzing,  we won the match and I won a fiver', she passed me the remote, 'All yours ,' she said, ' l'm off to shower and bed, I've already done my homework. Night!' She gave me a kiss and was off! Ahhhh .... all bad marks erased, what a good girl! Am I soft or what!?



I collapsed on the couch and watched  saved episode's of Strictly - it takes two....

... all in a day's work!?


Saturday, 16 August 2008

WHAT THE F*** well a bit of a rant actually

Bloody, BLOODY, sodding football .... l just don't get it or appreciate it!

I've been at work all day, I come home and the tele is on with football, Im uncomfortable in 'my' own living room, out numbered and out voted as the kids and their Dad are watching it.

Apparently, 'the season started today Mum!'' Whoopy effing do!!

It used to be on all day Saturday and Sunday, then Saturday night too and then Sunday night too and NOW they've started kickoff at 5.30pm...

again apparently, 'its been like this for three years Mum!' Hummphh ... again whoopy effing do!!

For those of you that think it isn't a man's world, guess what I DISAGREE this IS a man's world, in my house anyway!

I don't see Gok's Fashion Fix or Trinny and Suse on the tele when I get home at prime time or er Oprah or even Opera!

Am l being sexist, or shallow? l think a bit ... okay so something more general or generic or I was going to say bi-sexual but I mean no sexual, what do I mean ? I think I mean sort of Family viewing, what happened to all those family friendly progs ... I suppose X factor and Big Bro reality progs is the variety type show of now, ouch!

And l know that women like footie too ... but those of us that don't surely cannot be the minority! My lot even subscribe to the specialised footie channels so there is always something sporty or aeronautical or masculine on! I'm out numbered and out voted so I should accept it and move on!

AND I'm not making sense because l'm peed off and I wish l was back at work, at least l have some control there! Maybe!






So what did l do, move on ? ... no I moved on out! I stormed out into my Den/ Greenhouse#1 ...










and then into greenhouse (the real one) #2 and took hold of the secataurs and attacked the wisteria and fuschia bushes....














Sigh.....sorry l'm making no sense at all... I did warn you ok rant over!!


... now that feels better...a cup of tea ... a book ... silence ... before the rain comes ...



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